by Andrew Grey
“Is that what you want?” Pierre whispered, getting up to stand in front of him. “I could just strip off.” He rolled his hips, and Jordan giggled.
“Are you going to strip for me? Like one of those guys at Bronco’s on Fridays?” Jordan’s cheeks went white-hot. “Yeah, I went a few times.” Why was he ashamed of it? He had no need to be.
“I see. Is that what you like? Guys in front of a bunch of screaming men, taking it all off?”
He did a hip thrust. It was sort of clumsy, but as he did it, Pierre pulled open the buttons of his shirt. The panels fell apart, and Jordan’s breath caught in his throat. Pierre was beautiful—no, stunning, with a strong chest and lines that cut down the center of his belly. He gyrated his hips, this time with more finesse, and hell, that was a sight to behold. Jordan’s mouth watered as Pierre slipped off his shirt to reveal acres of taut olive skin dusted with fine black hair that tapered across his chest and then down his belly before disappearing into his jeans. Damn it all to hell, Jordan wanted to lick that wide trail and see where it led.
“Damn….”
“What?” Jordan breathed, trying to speak.
“The way you’re looking at me.” Pierre toed off his shoes. “There is no elegant way to get my pants off. After all, these aren’t Velcro.” Pierre worked his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them, his beefy legs apart, black bikinis hugging his hips, doing very little to contain the package inside.
“How am I looking at you?” Jordan sat on the bed, leaning forward and then splaying out on his belly.
“Like I’m dinner and you’re starving.” Pierre came closer, and Jordan slid his hands around his thighs, drawing him even nearer. Testosterone and musk, heady in the extreme, filled his nose, sending Jordan flying. He wound his hands higher, reaching for the band on Pierre’s Jockeys.
“How about Christmas morning and you’re the present I get to unwrap.” Jordan tugged and the fabric slid down Pierre’s legs, his cock bounding forward. The only way to describe Pierre’s cock was deliciously big. It wasn’t huge, but long, weighty—a perfect mouthful that Jordan fully intended to sample. He tugged Pierre to the end of the bed, slid along with him, and glided his lips right over his length.
Holy hell, that was amazing. The flared cockhead slid over his lips, the richness of man bursting on his taste buds. Pierre held still, and Jordan swirled his tongue around the head before sliding his lips along the shaft, taking him all in.
“Jesus….”
Jordan sank carefully, needing to take things slow at first, but then bobbed his head deliberately.
“To think you were worried.” Pierre stroked his cheek. “You’re a master and you’re driving me crazy.” His legs shook, and Jordan loved that he could make Pierre react like that. Of course, he had to be careful himself. The urge to slip his pants off and grind into the bedding was nearly as overpowering as Pierre.
“Sweetheart,” Pierre said as he slowly pulled away and came to the side of the bed. Pierre rolled Jordan onto his back and went to work on his pants. Slow and careful were gone, and Jordan’s pants ended up tossed on the floor, along with his boxers. “Now there’s a buffet of manhood.” Pierre picked him up and set him so his head rested on the pillow. Pierre climbed on the bed, his gaze boring into Jordan like a drill, straight to his heart, while Pierre gripped him, his long, strong fingers encircling his cock, tugging slowly, stripping away the last vestiges of Jordan’s control. “What do you want?”
Jordan swallowed hard. “I want what you want.”
“No,” Pierre snapped. He didn’t yell, but the force in his voice made Jordan stop, his attention focusing on Pierre. “What do you want? This is for you. I want this to be about you, so I can learn you and get to know your body, learn what makes your eyes roll back, gets your heart pounding, and makes you gasp for air. I want to know how to touch you and hold you so I can watch you lose it completely for me.” Pierre leaned over him, bringing his lips to his ear. “I want to make you come so hard, you black out.”
Jordan held Pierre with everything he had. “I want you to suck me, drive me crazy, and then make me yours.”
Pierre licked a path down his chest and belly, then slid Jordan’s cock between his lips, taking him deep. Jordan nearly came unglued. He gasped as Pierre slid a finger next to his cock and then traced it down his perineum to his opening, teasing him.
“Oh God, that’s so good.” Jordan nearly squealed with delight as Pierre slid his finger inside him, sending him on a trip to the moon that he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to return from. He was already flying and getting so damned close, he wasn’t going to hold it any longer. Jordan tapped Pierre’s shoulder, unable to talk. It was the only warning he could give before he soared over the mountain of ecstasy, emptying his release into Pierre.
He didn’t want to move a muscle in case the enchantment that surrounded him was part of the amazing, mind-floating dream he was having. He inhaled deeply as Pierre released him, lying next to him, strong arms encircling his body, holding him to this earth. God, he could stay like this forever.
“Baby… you still with me?”
“Yes,” Jordan gasped and then smiled. “God, you’re amazing.” He tilted his head upward to capture Pierre’s lips.
“No. You’re the one who’s amazing, because it comes from your heart.”
“But I don’t look hot like you do. You should have someone who’s better-looking than me.” Jordan closed his eyes.
Pierre stroked his cheek. Jordan was becoming used to that firm but caring touch. “What I should have is someone whose hotness emanates from his heart.” He placed his hand in the center of Jordan’s chest. “I don’t know who did a number on you, but you’re handsome and beautiful.”
“I’m a geek—I know that.”
Pierre chuckled. “Maybe you need to look at yourself in the mirror, because you outgrew your geekiness a long time ago.” He turned toward the closet door, and Jordan did the same. “Look at you.”
“I’m skinny and covered in sweat, my hair is a stringy mess, and….” Jordan took a second look.
“You look debauched,” Pierre told him. “And there is no hotter look anywhere.” He claimed Jordan’s lips in a searing kiss that awakened the banked flame inside him. “Kids growing up can be cruel. You know that.”
“How did you know?”
Pierre scoffed. “I was a small, skinny kid who ran funny and had braces.”
“You?” Jordan asked, finding it hard to believe that Pierre was anything but stunningly handsome. He’d pictured him as the world’s prettiest baby, complete with an award sash and goo-goo eyes.
“Yeah. I was awkward to say the least. But I grew up, and so did you. Neither of us is the kid we were, and yeah, I know those voices are hard to silence, but they’re wrong. And the kids who terrorized you are probably selling shoes and trying to relive their glory days, getting drunk every night.”
Jordan chuckled at the Al Bundy reference.
“One time, before I came here from Pittsburgh, I was called to the house of one of my high school tormentors. It wasn’t pretty. So don’t let guys like that determine how you see yourself, because I don’t see you that way.” Pierre held him tightly, his thick cock pressing to Jordan’s hip.
“I want you, Pierre. I want to feel you,” he whispered in Pierre’s ear.
Pierre tightened his hold on him, pushing Jordan to a wall of hot muscle that made him feel safe and wanted. Hell, if someone like Pierre could make him feel this way…. Jordan didn’t have much time to contemplate Pierre’s words. The energy was back, and Pierre wedged his legs between Jordan’s, spreading them as Jordan wrapped his around Pierre’s waist.
“Yeah!” he growled as Pierre slid a thick finger inside him once again. “I got stuff… in the nightstand.”
Pierre stretched to fumble with the drawer. It banged to the floor, and Jordan chuckled as Pierre swore before finally reaching the lube and condoms. Jordan was never so grateful for ca
rpeted floors in his life. “Jesus.”
“I’ll clean it up later.” Jordan smoothed his palms over Pierre’s stubbled cheeks. “Just fuck me, okay? I want to feel you. Show me what you’ve been talking about. Make me believe.” He desperately wanted to trust Pierre and accept what he said, but Jordan knew actions spoke louder than words.
“Sweetheart, you got it.” Pierre sat back, his gaze never faltering as he prepared himself. The damn lube went just about everywhere because Pierre’s hands shook so badly, and then finally Pierre was back in place, cock nudging Jordan’s entrance.
“What are you waiting for?”
Pierre coughed softly, leaning forward. “I thought you’d be a quiet guy…. Instead, you’re a pushy little bottom.” He snapped his hips, cock pressing past Jordan’s muscle.
Jordan hissed and drew Pierre down, taking his mouth in a kiss meant to convey just how amazing Pierre made him feel. When he’d first met Jeremiah, he knew his heart had come alive, but Pierre touched his soul.
“I like that you tell me what you want.” Pierre slid deeper. “Just like that. Your eyes gloss over and you mutter under your breath.”
“You’re huge…,” Jordan said more loudly.
“Do you want me to stop?” Pierre went completely still.
Jordan pulled him down, his eyes inches from Pierre’s. “You do and so help me God, I’ll rip your nose off.” He reveled in Pierre’s now nearly black eyes. “Yes!” Jordan hissed as Pierre sank deeper.
He was full, and swore he could feel Pierre’s heart beating through his cock. That was probably his imagination. Still, it made him even more connected, and as Pierre began to move, Jordan held him closer as he filled him, sending waves of joy through him, then emptying him, building anticipation with each and every thrust. It became hard for him to focus, and Jordan closed his eyes, letting waves of erotic sensation wash over him again and again.
“Do you know what you feel like around me? All heat and grip, like your body doesn’t want to let go of me.” Pierre’s voice quivered as he spoke. “I want this to last forever.”
“Me too.” Jordan held Pierre tighter, moving with him, their bodies in harmony. Being completely in tune with someone else, knowing they cared, because he felt it. Pierre’s hand over his heart, him pressing deep inside him, stretching, filling, joining. It was all so damned overwhelming, he could barely hold himself together.
They shook together, the bed rocking as Pierre’s movements became more forceful. Jordan arched his back, his arms splaying to his sides, and he gave himself over to Pierre and the way he made him come alive. When Jordan reached to stroke his cock, Pierre batted his hand away. Instead, Pierre stroked and twisted him to the point Jordan saw stars, and he hadn’t even come yet. The energy between them was electric, and Jordan wasn’t going to hold himself back any longer. Not that he had a choice. His pleasure was completely in Pierre’s hands, and as soon as he let go, Jordan came hard, for a second time, his head spinning, and he barely registered Pierre’s climax until heat filled him, searing their spirits together.
Jordan didn’t move, listening to Pierre’s heavy breathing.
“Damn, you’re incredible.”
Jordan had never thought of himself as anything other than a geek or maybe a nerd. He was smart and driven, but he had never been particularly good with people. He always knew he had trust issues that stemmed from his dad’s death. At least that’s what he attributed them to. Jordan didn’t easily get close to other people in case they didn’t like him or didn’t stick around. So the way Pierre had quickly become part of his life was a surprise to him.
Pierre pulled away, slipping from his body. Jordan shivered and gasped at the same time in response before lethargy took over in a huge way. He was wrung out and completely devoid of energy.
“You nearly killed me… in the best way possible,” Jordan murmured and felt Pierre climb off the bed. He returned quickly and wiped Jordan down with a warm cloth. Jordan’s eyes were already drifting closed. He needed to sleep. But dammit, he didn’t want to miss anything.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Go to sleep if you want to.”
“I have to check on Jeremiah.” Jordan sat up. “Look, I know you have to work tomorrow and you need to go in early.” He turned away, unable to look at Pierre. “I’ll understand if you need to leave.”
The bed squeaked a little behind him and then Pierre’s arms encircled him tightly. “If you want me to go, I will.”
“I didn’t say that. I don’t.” Jordan’s heart beat faster, the need to sleep gone. “But it’s what guys tend to do, and….”
Pierre growled again. “I’m going to assume that you’ve had shit luck with guys in the past.”
Jordan nodded. He had to tell the truth.
“Then throw that crap away. I want to stay. Go check on Jeremiah, and I’ll be here when you get back.” Pierre’s heat grew and then he kissed him on the base of the neck gently, and Jordan wondered what he’d ever done to deserve such a caring guy who seemed to understand him. Most people never had. Guys his age were out screwing everything that moved, going to clubs, and having a good time. They didn’t adopt children alone. At least none that he’d met.
“Okay.” He leaned into Pierre’s embrace, tilting his head back.
Pierre kissed him, cupping his chin. “Take care of your son, and I’ll wait here.” Pierre’s arms slipped away, and Jordan slid off the bed. He grabbed his robe from the back of the closet door and left the room, grateful his knees didn’t buckle from under him, he was so wobbly.
Jordan went to Jeremiah’s room and peered in. Jeremiah was sound asleep on his bed, curled up in a ball like he was cold, the covers kicked to the bottom of the bed. Jordan straightened them out, pulled them up over him, and watched him sleep for a few seconds before exiting the room, leaving the door cracked open.
Jordan checked that the doors and windows were closed and locked before returning to his bedroom. Pierre leaned against the headboard, sheet pooled around his waist. “Wow.”
Pierre grinned, and Jordan could feel his gaze as he opened his robe and slipped it off his shoulders to toss it over the back of the chair. Then he turned off the light, instantly missing the view, and got into bed. He settled on his back, and Pierre slid down, holding him around the middle. Jordan leaned into a kiss that would probably have grown heated had he not been so wrung out. He settled next to Pierre and closed his eyes, fatigue catching up with him almost immediately.
Chapter 5
PIERRE WOKE to his phone vibrating on the floor somewhere. He carefully climbed out of bed and scooped up his pants. He grabbed the phone, managing to answer it before it went to voicemail. “Pierre Ravelle,” he said quietly, heading for the bathroom.
“Pierre, it’s Donald.” He sounded breathless.
Pierre checked the time on the phone. A little after six. He crept into the bathroom and closed the door. “What can I do for you? I was going to call to talk to you today.”
“About Jordan?” Donald asked.
“Yes.” A cold chill ran up his back.
“I saw your name on one of the case visit reports. I’m sorry to call so early, but I have to go in and I didn’t want to call from the office.”
“What’s happened?”
“We received a call about him. It came in on our tip line. They said that Jordan was leaving Jeremiah unsupervised and wasn’t feeding him properly. We have to investigate each case, but I heard you were seeing him, so I thought I’d check with you before this went any further.”
Pierre opened the bathroom door, peering at Jordan. He kept his voice low. “I have seen nothing but kindness and care. Jeremiah is the center of Jordan’s world. He is definitely well cared for in every way, and I will testify to that in front of anyone you need me to.” Pierre’s spine went cold as he realized the implications of what he’d just been told. “I was going to call you because we got a visit from a social worker who wasn’t very social, and I wanted to know if somethin
g had happened. As far as I understand the process, things should be winding up and the final hearing should largely be a formality.”
“Yes. And that’s where this should be.”
“When did this call come in?”
“A week ago. But we didn’t get to it right away. And the department did send Quinton Davis out, where he encountered you.” Donald chuckled. He wasn’t speaking very loudly, so Pierre concluded he was still at home and trying not to wake everyone. “I thought I’d follow up specifically, and I’m glad I did.”
“I need one more favor. I need you to call me if any other reports come in. This could be related to something I’m working on.” Pierre knew he was stretching, but it was possible, especially after what the judge had said at dinner. Alarm bells were going off big-time in his head.
“You think this call was punitive?” Donald asked.
Pierre had to be careful about how much he said. “I’m not sure, but this is work-related, so just call me if you get more reports, because the one you got isn’t true.”
“That’s great to know. We were suspicious. Jordan has worked with us so well and has been incredibly cooperative.”
“Jeremiah means the world to him, and I wouldn’t think he’d do anything to hurt him in a million years. Heck, he’d go without before he’d let any harm come to Jeremiah.” This was pretty messed up as far as Pierre was concerned. Whoever made the calls certainly wasn’t someone with a heart.
“I’ll call if we get anything more.”
“Thanks.” Pierre said goodbye and hung up the phone. He closed the toilet lid and sat down, trying to imagine the heartbreak and pain on both sides if Jeremiah were taken away. His throat ached and his chest tightened. Whoever had made that call was mean as all hell. Jordan not feeding Jeremiah, leaving him not properly supervised? Please. No way. Still, the potential heartache for a lie like that was huge. Pierre more clearly understood the fear that Jordan was dealing with when he found that file and why he didn’t say anything.
